Last Wednesday, February 18th, I posted the opening paragraph of Tomato Red by Daniel Woodrell. It was a stunning example of hooking your readers right out of the gate. I have to tell you, Daniel has an unique way with words. Here is the start to chapter 14.

     Sometimes nature has this look where you want to hoot and shout accusations because the look seems so unbelievable, an obvious fake. I study these looks for the brief reward of them, and that night nature tossed me such a look. Rain clouds , all dark and muttering, were mobbing up out west, but long finger bones of sunlight showed through and played the range of colors like a range of musical notes, making a tune of colors from pink to plum and back to yellow all across the rim of the world.
     Then the look went down, sank away, and night took control. You could smell the rain marching this way, and hear it, but you couldn’t see the clouds.